My Day: Hypoglycemic Discoveries and Work Ethic(or lack thereof)

I''ve started about 4 blog posts, but none of them were very long, so I'm just going to talk about my day yesterday.  This first topic is not something I'm announcing to the world, so hush hush if you know me. :)

We went to the doctor yesterday, but not for me.  My sister and mom got their blood drawn for some tests.  I felt left out.  Anyway, my mom and I started talking to the nurse.  We talked about my freaky blood sugar.  Basically, I'm hypoglycemic.  The nurse telling me this did not surprise me one bit.  It just gives me the motivation I need to stop eating what I"m eating.

Our family does not buy things like Cheez-It's, Wheat Thins, Little Debbies, or M&Ms.  We haven't had those things since Mom and Dad went on Atkins and lost weight.  My blood sugar has been a rollercoaster these last 12 months.  At one point, my fasting blood sugar was barely normal, and so I went(informally) on Phase 3 of Atkins.  It worked, and my blood sugar was normal for a long time.  And then, I slipped into my old habits.  And guess what?  I gained weight, and my blood sugar is no longer stable. My weight fluctuates about 10 pounds.  It fluctuates with my blood sugar. Hm.

A few minute after this conversation with the nurse, my sister passes out.  She looked fine right after her blood was taken, but a few minutes later, she passed out onto my mom.  She was OK in a few minutes.  Of course, she milked it all day long.  She insists that I didn't do enough to "help" when she passed out.  What was I supposed to do, start CPR?

The bright side of this(I'm a terrible person, I know) is that I had the rest of the day to practice piano and voice without her commentary.  She was holed up in her room.  My sister feels the need to sing along sometimes, and comments on my pitch.  An often heard phrase in my home is, "If you go any higher, you're going to break glass!"  Oh, and did I mention that she mocks my vibrato?

Back to the practicing.  I started the second movement of the Waldstein a few days ago.  It's lovely, as Dr. Singalot would say.  He makes me laugh.  A lot.......  I'm going to stop reminiscing on Dr. Singalot's humor now.  I have five vocal exercises that I do each day.  They are definitely improving.  I love improvement.  This brings me to the "work ethic" part of my blog.

My mom has a ridiculous work ethic.  Scary amazing.  I do not.  I have extreme motivation for certain things.  In my perfect world, I practice piano and voice all day.  I stop only to go the opera.  Unfortunately, the world does not obey my every whim, and I must finish high school.  Darn.

I have extreme motivation to practice piano.  I love piano, and I love practicing it.  What's funny is that Dr. Terminator really has no clue how much I practice.  He probably underestimates, but that's OK.  As long as he's happy with my progress, it's all good, dude.

I also have extreme motivation to practice voice.  To be honest, it gets boring sometimes.  I'm not going to lie- it does.  I'm not the perfect angel that has endless energy and patience.  I'm human.  Some days, I don't want to practice.  I can't get results without practice, however, and results are what I'm after.  I like results, and at the end of the day, I'm very disappointed in myself if I haven't practiced  Don't get me wrong- the vast majority of the time, I enjoy practicing voice.  But when I really don't want to, I really don't want to.  But I do it anyway, as the song goes. Unfortunately, I'm an not disappointed in myself if I do no school whatsoever.  I'll have to work on that.

I see this is already a very long blog post.  The sequel is to come. It involves Tishmeister, so you know it's going to be good.